the waiting room – October 17


Reading, writing, magazine scanning,

TV napping. The waiting room provides

cookies and cappucino for passing the

time until the service specialist nerd

brings the bill or news that it was more

complicated than first thought.


Is anyone waiting for a ride? The man

in the orange tee shirt walks through

with periodic aid offers but we all

know we won’t go. It is the waiting room.

Like purgatory but with less to do. Bide

the time, bless the time. We’re here to wait.

For deliverance.



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